Date: Wed, 06 Jan 2021 15:00:29 +0000
From: strangewriter <strangewriter@protonmail.com>
Subject: Wild Trip Out West 4

Thanks to those of you who are sticking with me through this series. As
with the last part, I completely re-wrote this installment, so that is the
reason for the delay in posting.

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development, as well as some thoughts on the summation of the story. Not to
give too much away, but there is reason to believe that incest may be
possible. If that's the case, the story will expand by at least one
installment. Or I'll keep the current, planned course, which does not go
that direction, and will wrap up with the last couple of scenes between the
same two character in a slightly different scenario.

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Wild Trip Out West 4

Sue and Mike came back in the later afternoon, but it was still extremely
hot outside, so I ended up staying inside for a bit, even grabbing a short
nap after my brief exertion with Patrick. By the time that I came back out,
darkness was threatening, and my last day in Zion was looking like it would
pass without a last hike. When I considered what I had accomplished
instead, it was a trade that I was happy to make in order to have the
unparalleled experiences of the last three days. I decided to grill a
burger for dinner, and proceeded to sit outside enjoying a cold beer while
the beauty of the canyon descending into darkness surrounded me.

There were no signs of life in Patrick's camper. I wondered if they were
napping. When Mike and Sue came back from lunch, it was obvious that they
had enjoyed some cocktails at lunch, so the day-drinking may have brought
on an unintended slumber. My attention was consistently on their camper and
the entrance road, looking for any sign of my young lover or his family. It
was six o'clock when the door finally popped open, and the glorious sight
of Patrick, shirtless in athletic shorts, stepped out, rubbing his eyes,
his hair matted on one side from a sound, unmoving sleep.

No one followed him out, and the cute boy strolled over to me with the
sweetest smile that I'd ever seen. I'm sure that I was unable to hide my
joy at his approach, and delighted to hear his voice as he plopped down in
the chair next me and said quietly, "You wore me out! My parents fell
asleep and I was going to come find you but I passed out."

I laughed a little, then told him, "I did the same. I guess that we did a
good job for each other, and it's probably good to rest up for tonight," I
offered.

"Yeah," he said excitedly, "my mom said that it'd be cool if I stayed with
you, so it's really settled!"

We were already conversing in fairly hushed tones, but I quieted even more
to say, "I'm looking forward to tonight more than anything in my entire
life," to which the boy gave me a naughty smile, then I was surprised when,
"I love you Patrick," slipped out of my lips. Before my words could even
register with the boy, we heard the door of his camper pop open and a
sleepy looking Mike walked out.

As he got closer he said, "I knew where I'd find you," to Patrick, "your
mom wants you to get your things together while she's fixing dinner," he
told him.

Patrick couldn't help but smile at the talk of packing to stay over, then
hopped up and said, "Ok, dad," and strolled back to their rig. Mike, in
turn, sunk into the chair next to me like a sack of potatoes. I grabbed a
beer out of the cooler and held it out to him, but he waved it off.

"No more cocktails at lunch for me," he said with a laugh, "I was laid
out. I'm gonna take a break for a little bit."

I leaned closer, "It's probably a good think that you nap now, save your
energy for tonight," I joked, acknowledging the reason for the sleeping
situation.

"About that," he started, and I was worried that the whole thing was
cancelled, "I wanted to clarify what I was saying on the hike."

"Ok," I answered warily.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "I know that Patrick likes to be with
men, and that's why he wants to spend so much time with you," he paused
there, then added, "and I'm ok with it. I know about it because it's
something that goes on quite a bit between the men and boys where we
live. I grew up there, and I participated too, but I kind of outgrew it."

Unable to believe what I was being told, I offered, "He told me about his
soccer coach," then realized that I had no idea if that was news to
Mike. To distract from my admission I asked, "So you're ok with him being
with me?"

"Yeah, I know that it's strange, but he's different than I was, this is
what he wants and I'm not gonna stop him or make him deny that part of
himself as long as he's safe," then he looked at me with kindness and
finished, "and I know that he's safe with you. Plus, I couldn't stop him if
I tried," he added with a chuckle. "Oh, and don't worry, I knew about his
coach too, you didn't rat anybody out."

What do you say to the guy who just said that you can basically fuck his
preteen son? I told him, "Thank you for trusting me. I really care for him
and would never hurt your son."

"I know, I know," he said with a hand wave, "it's all ok, let's all have
fun tonight," then threw in, "don't tell Sue, she has no idea and would
probably castrate you," with a laugh. It wasn't quite as funny to me.

Just then the door to their trailer banged open again, and Patrick stuck
his head out, "Dad, dinner's ready!"

Mike stretched and said, "That's my cue," and stood up. "I'll see you in a
little bit," he told me, then continued, "and Sue will probably want to
come to your van and set up Patrick's bed. Plus do a twelve-point safety
inspection, so maybe make sure that your place looks tidy."

"That's not a problem, with just me, it's never a mess in there." I told
him.

"Wait until you have a tween boy stay over, it'll be a different story," he
chuckled, "see you soon," he said with a laugh and wave of his hand.

"See you," I called after him. Left to process this little conversation, I
decided to give my place a once-over to make sure that it would pass Sue's
inspection. Looking around, I felt that it would please any doting mother,
including doing a cursory check for anything sex-related (whatever that may
be), and cleaned up from my own evening meal. Since Patrick obviously
walked around with lube in his pocket, he was probably the more likely to
cause discovery, although that had been stored at my place since Sunday for
that reason. Mike had been able to figure it out, I'd have to continue to
encourage him to be more careful lest his mom put an end to his fun.

As has become our routine, the four of us met back outside around 7 and
wound down from our day. It was funny to watch the four of us squirm as we
awaited our night of passion, trying to pretend that everything was
normal. For their part, Sue and Mike were extremely touchy, and were often
lost in each other's gaze like a couple of teenagers. Patrick could see
what was happening, and rolled his eyes at me more than once when the two
of them forgot that there were others present.

For the two of us, it had to be much more hidden, but that didn't stop some
knowing looks and subtle hand touches when no one was looking. It was
fortunate that we had our brief session of oral sex this afternoon,
otherwise I think that I'd be unable to keep my erection at bay. I can tell
you all of the right things: I loved to spend time with him, I respected
him, he didn't have to do these things to make me happy. But the truth was,
at that moment, all that I could think about was prying those narrow buns
apart and sinking my cock into his silky backside. It was going to be quite
a night.

Eventually some logistics caused us to pay more attention. This was the
last night for both of us at Zion, and not surprisingly, we were both
headed east to visit more of the Utah big five national parks. My itinerary
was looser than theirs, I had some reservations at campgrounds at each
park, but since I was traveling alone, I didn't anticipate going to all of
them. It turned out that Sue and Mike had decided to go straight to Moab
and use that as a base to visit Arches and Canyonlands before cutting their
trip short and heading home.

The plan was to head out early, and Patrick would do his schooling on the
road, where cell service would hopefully be better than in the parks. Those
travel plans sounded great to me, I'd visit the other parks some other
time, but as long as they'd have me, I offered to tag along. There were no
objections, and it was also agreed upon that Patrick could do his schooling
in my van as we caravanned to the next campsite. Of course, I couldn't be
happier about the arrangement. We checked and found that there was a spot
at the same rv park that they had reserved, so I snatched that up and we
were all set.

As seven turned to eight and eight to eight thirty, I started to get
impatient, knowing that there would be some logistics to moving Patrick
into my rv for the night and next day, but felt like it wasn't my place to
light a fire under anyone. Luckily Mike must have been just as antsy, as he
suggested that Patrick grab his stuff and bring it over. Sue did in fact
accompany me back to my place and we set up the couch-bed for Patrick. He
showed up a few minutes later with a small duffel and his school backpack.

Making his promises to be good, and getting last minute instructions,
Patrick finally said goodbye, giving his mom a kiss on the lips. I'd love
to say that it didn't cross my mind, but all that I could think about when
I saw that were those same lips wrapped around my cock that afternoon. Sue
didn't leave a moment too soon, as I was finally unable to control my penis
and it had just begun to press against my pants. Patrick smiled at me, and
checked to verify that the windows were covered before running the couple
of steps between us and jumping up into my arms, wrapping his arms and legs
around me and pulling my lips to his own.

The kiss was short-lived, as he broke it off and said, "Do you have enough
water for me to take a quick shower?"

I realized that he wanted to be cleaned up for our night, something that I
had done myself earlier, so answered, "Yeah, of course, baby." To which I
let him slip down and he headed to the bathroom. Before he had even taken a
step his shirt was gone, then as he reached the door he shimmied out of his
shorts and undies, showing me his now-familiar backside and a brief glimpse
of his hard nail of a boner as he slipped through the door.

Before the sound of water, I heard the unmistakable sound of Patrick using
the toilet. The toilet flushed and he seemed to figure out the shower on
his own, because I heard the water turn on and Patrick banging around in
there. I grabbed a towel and placed it inside, getting a glimpse of him
vigorously washing his nether regions, front and back. I grabbed a drink
that I had poured for myself, turned the lights off in the front of the rv
and headed to the bedroom to await my lover. Removing all of my clothes, I
slid under the covers, my cock steel-hard in anticipation.

The water turned off after a couple of minutes and shortly after Patrick
came out of the bathroom, still naked, drying his hair with the towel. When
I pulled back the covers he ran to the bed and jumped in, snuggling his
cool body up to me to get warm from the shower.

I wrapped the boy in my arms and we lay face to face in the dim bedroom
light. "You really are the most beautiful thing in the world," I said, and
he smiled and bit his lip, "I'm so lucky to be with you, I wish that it
could last forever," then brought my lips to his and we started to kiss
again, gently nibbling on each other and touching tongues in an easy and
relaxed way.

Our kisses were sweet, almost chaste at first, and Patrick broke away after
one peck to say, "You make me happy, I feel so good when we're together,"
then kissed me again right before he broke it again and excitedly stated,
"and I love you too!" answering me from hours earlier as he pushed on my
chest and forced me onto my back. He came with me as I rolled and found the
smooth boy's body laying on top of mine as he sought my lips and began to
kiss me with more force, rubbing his hard pecker against my lower belly as
he pressed his tongue hard against my own.

My hands caressed every inch of his wonderful body, gliding up and down his
back and over the soft swells of his ass, reaching down between his legs
from behind to gently pull at his scrotum and stroke his inner thighs. We
had quickly escalated to the point where we couldn't kiss each other hard
enough, no longer sweet and gentle, our tongues now battled for supremacy
to see who could explore the inside of the other's mouth more. Sliding
against his small tongue and into his little orifice was
mind-boggling. Four days ago I would have given anything to share the most
minor peck on the lips with this perfect boy. Now, at least for the moment,
he was all mine, and I was truly, deeply in love with someone for the first
time in my life.

Breaking the kiss, Patrick gave me a playful peck on my nose, then my
forehead as his slid up my body, bringing his butt forward until he was
seated on my chest, his gorgeous prick pointing straight up, twitching as
if it was begging to be sucked. I was happy to oblige, and put my hand on
his butt to urge him the final few inches as I raised my head to meet the
preteen member. Patrick held it down to point right at my mouth and I
quickly devoured his entire penis, his balls pressing into my chin. "Oh,
fuck, that's nice," he groaned as he started to slide out of me, then back
in, "it's ok if I cum," he stated cryptically, "I'll still want you to fuck
me." I realized where he was going, wanting a quick release to be able to
go longer, I figured, and I responded by going to town on his hard, slick
cock.

Patrick put his hands on the wall above my head and started to fuck himself
into my face. The feeling of the adolescent dick sliding through my lips
was exquisite. I was doing my best to run my tongue around his shaft and
occasionally licking the head as he thrust into me over and over. He moved
a little too far as he was getting quicker and quicker, causing his tip to
pop out of my mouth. But instead of pulling him back in, I pushed his dick
against his stomach with one hand and pulled him higher with my other hand
pressing on his butt until his sack was within licking distance. I stroked
across his scrotum with my tongue before I pulled him lower and he dropped
his whole sack between my lips.

"Oh, yeah, suck my balls!" he said with an excited gasp, "Fuck, that feels
so good," he added when I swirled my tongue around his small balls,
flicking each one in turn, then extending my tongue to reach behind him to
the start of his perineum. Wanting to go farther back, I let his bag slip
from my lips, completely saturated with my saliva, and told him to turn
around.

"I want to rim you," I told him when he looked confused. I helped him to
turn around and aim his ass over my face. He leaned forward and put his
hands on my stomach as I held his cheeks apart, presenting his clean, pink
hole to me.

"I took a dump before my shower," he said bluntly, "and cleaned it really
good. I was hoping that you'd want to lick me again." The statement was
uncouth and shouldn't have been sexy, but the thought of this boy thinking
ahead to prepare himself for me to lick and fuck was hot as hell! I pulled
him back toward me, and reached my tongue to his bulging taint, then ran it
upwards to the base of his crack. The boy gave a slight tilt to his hips
and placed his tight anus atop my probing appendage. I loved feeling the
bumpy texture of his dry, muscular ring as I dragged my tongue around and
around the edge of his hole before focusing on the target of his
clamped-shut center. "Yeah, do that, like that," he groaned as I licked
around and around his sphincter, prying at the tight ring with my tongue
before I finally licked a finger and pushed at the boy's pussy while I slid
down and started to lick the back of his ballsack.

He let out a sigh as the finger worked it's way inside, and let his body
fall forward onto me, taking my hard cock, which ended up right in front of
his face, into his hand and pointing to his mouth. The warmth that I felt
as he first licked then sucked my dick into him felt like home. As he
allowed several inches to sink into his wet oral cavity, he began to bob up
and down on me while his anus started to open to my probing
fingers. Patrick was making moaning noises around my dick as I started to
really suck on his balls again. Finally he lifted his hips again and used
his right hand to aim and slide his hard preteen cock back into my mouth.

I felt him release my penis, just enough to say, "Make me cum, I need it,"
then I felt his breath hit the tip of my cock just before his lips slid
back down and he started a rapid pace on my prick. I still had one finger
up his clenching asshole when he started to fuck me hard in my mouth,
raising his little hips and slamming down into me. With my free left hand I
caressed his smooth back, sliding my hand up his neck and up to the back of
his head where I put pressure to urge him on in his ministrations to my
organ. He was grunting now, working so hard to get himself off in my mouth,
and in turn keeping an impossible pace on my prick, twisting his head,
twirling his tongue and occasionally letting my whole cock slide into him,
breaching his tight throat.

I was doing my best to extract his semen from his hard little dick, and
could tell that he was close. My intention was to have him cum, then I
would somehow work my way toward cumming up his lovely
boyhole. Unfortunately, as Patrick's excitement rose, so did mine. Pleasing
him gave me so much joy, his beautiful body that lay all of its weight on
me, his balls and anus mere inches from me, dominating my field of
vision. It all conspired with my dick to start the familiar, but unexpected
chain reaction of no return. Patrick let out a muffled cry, my erection
still very much lodged in his mouth, and I felt his penis swell and his
movement slow. He tensed, I could feel it through his body and in his
sphincter that clamped on to my single finger. Then the contractions
started, visible in his perineum just before my eyes and I felt the boy's
cock flex and shoot it's delectable, thin offering into me, the first shot
hitting the back of my throat and the rest filling my mouth. It was too
much, and as the boy kept his work up on my prick throughout his climax, I
too was sent over the edge, letting the child's penis drop from my lips and
swallowing down his sweet load. Gasping for breath, I cried out as my own
orgasm slammed into me, taking me by surprise as I unintentionally began to
shoot my hot cum into the boy's waiting mouth. "Oh, fuck!" I almost shouted
as each quick spurt shook my body, my lover gamely staying with me through
it all, my cum all contained inside his warm young mouth. As the climax
ebbed, my body relaxed and I let my finger, still inside the boy, slide out
of his relaxed anus, then ran my hands up his sides and over his back, even
reaching up to give his wilting cock a kiss to capture a small bit of clear
dew that was sitting on the tip. "Wow, that was incredible kid," I told him
as he cleaned my cockhead with small licks, "I've never cum or made anyone
cum in a 69, you're an amazing lover," I told him honestly.

Patrick slid off to my side and smiled up at me, "I made you cum," he said
in a taunting, sing-song voice, "you were trying to save yourself for my
ass, right? But I was too good!" he told me with a series of giggles.

"That's about the long and short of it," I said.

The boy took hold of my wilting cock and said, "Yeah, it was long, but now
it's short!" and again cackled at his joke, "Wakey, wakey," he said,
addressing my penis as he flopped my now flaccid cock back and forth, "you
have a boy to fuck."

I couldn't help but laugh along with him, and told him, "Don't worry, with
your sexy body I don't think that it will take me long to recover," then
gave him a soft smack on his bare ass and suggested, "let's go get a drink,
you can wash the taste of my cum out of your mouth."

Patrick gave me an unusually sheepish look, and then admitted, "I don't
mind it, I kind of like it," then he locked eyes with me, "Is that weird?"

This boy was so sophisticated and confident sexually that I occasionally
forgot that he was a child who could have insecurities about being
normal. "Anything that you like and doesn't hurt you or anyone else is fine
and not weird. Keep doing what you like to do and don't worry about anyone
else, ok?"

He smiled broadly, "Ok," he answered cheerily now, "can I have a coke?"

Smiling back, I answered, "Sure," and we both got up and took the few steps
to the fridge. I did happen to have a coke that I had bought accidentally
when intending to buy diet, and decided on a glass of water over alcohol
for myself, theorizing that I didn't need anything conspiring against a
renewed erection. I sat down sideways on the bench of the dinette and
opened my arms to Patrick, who sunk into me, sitting his naked butt on my
bare thighs. Savoring this contact, I spent the next few minutes rubbing
Patrick's back as I held him, the boy sighing contentedly as he took sips
of his soda.

As we finished our drinks, I glanced at the neatly made couch-bed intended
for the boy. "We need to mess up that bed somehow so that it looks like it
was slept in," I told him. Saying it out loud, I began to picture us
rolling around on the small couch, Patrick above me as he rode my cock,
bending him over the armrest as I slid into him from behind, imagining
myself over the boy, pounding my cock into his experienced
boycunt. Unsurprisingly, my cock responded to these thoughts as well as the
contact with my boy's clear, smooth skin, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"You have an idea how you want to mess it up?" Patrick asked with a smile,
my cock beginning to push uncomfortably against his thigh, "It seems like
it," he observed and half stood to release me and slide his fingertips
tenderly along my erecting cock, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about you on all fours on that couch, for starters," I told
him, then gave him a peck on the cheek and helped him to his feet, then
watching him jump on the makeshift bed and assume the position, choosing to
lay his head on the bed, pointing his gorgeous ass high in the air. There
was room for me behind him, and I walked over and started to run my hand
over his smooth cheeks, up his back and down his sides until I was back at
his buns, took one in each hand and spread him apart to gaze at the target
of my desire.

I got down onto the bed and brought my face between his spread cheeks,
extending my tongue and licking from his taint, past his hole and all of
the way up to his backbone. Despite our efforts before and my previous
rimming, he still tasted strongly of soap. I flattened my tongue over his
muscle ring, then backed off and made my tongue as hard as possible to prod
at his sweet pussy. Licking all around the boy's hole, I started to press
at the center and press against the sides, his anus surprising me by
opening slightly under my assault. A new taste emerged, the familiar
metallic taste that I'd come to associate with the young boy's ass. My cock
knew what that signaled, and twitched in anticipation of further dilation.

When he started to open, I used my thumbs to gently encourage him to open
further, pulling on the edge of his boycunt to help my tongue to burrow
inside. Pressing as hard as possible, the tip of my tongue entered his
loosening ring, and I was able to put pressure on his sphincter by pressing
my tongue against his sphincter. We had arranged to have Patrick leave his
stash of lube in my rv, so it was a short reach for me to grab it in the
kitchen without losing all contact with him. We were as far as my tongue
was going to take us, so I applied a little slippery stuff to my fingers
and placed my index finger against his loosened hole.

Sliding in easily, Patrick groaned and smiled at me, the side of his face
pressed against the mattress. "Mmm, that feels good," he said to me, "you
work so hard, but you don't have to, I'll open up for you."

"I want it to feel like heaven for you, baby," I told him, "if you're
happy, then we both have a great time."

"Then put in another one, I'm happy and I can take it!" he informed me in
no uncertain terms. Obeying the boy, I slid my middle finger in too, it too
disappeared with no resistance, Patrick making exaggerated sounds of
pleasure to reassure me and said, "See, I'm good, let's just do it, ok? I
want it," he pleaded.

Knowing that he was right, I told him, "Scoot over, I want to be on my
back." He dropped to his side and let me lay down. Handing him the lube, I
asked, "will you do the honors?" And he proceeded to slicken my hard cock
with his talented hands, jerking me slowly as the slippery fluid coated my
penis sending chills up my spine as the moist sound echoed in my ears. When
I shook slightly at the sensation, Patrick smiled and gave me a knowing
look that seemed to communicate that it was time.

Patrick stood up and straddled my body, then squatted over me and again
grasped my dick. With another stroke along me, he then held it still,
aiming me straight up at his ready hole. The first touch of my glans to his
anus felt like fire while I stared at my erection, looking so big from this
angle as it breached the child's ring. Patrick grunted as the tip slid past
his sphincter, working hard to keep his balance while he was flat on his
feet while still controlling the length that he allowed into him. Without
removing my tip, he slid his feet back so that he was now kneeling over me,
more forward then before, and pushed himself back onto me.

Watching my cock disappear inside of him as he sat back slowly, I looked up
to see his face alternating between the grimace of pain and the pleasure of
ecstasy. With two inches inside he began to rock, letting out grunts of,
"Uh, uh, uh," each time that he sat back, slowly taking more and more cock
inside his silky pussy, until he stopped, closed his eyes and in one slow
motion, sat all of the way down onto me, his butt pressed against me, my
cock buried deep inside his quivering bowels.

With his hands on my chest, Patrick hung his head and stayed where he was,
letting himself accommodate to the intrusion of my penis. "Fuck," he
panted, "it always feels like a fucking baseball bat when it first goes all
of the way in!" For its part, my cock couldn't hold still, uncontrollably
flexing inside the oven of his rectum. While we sat still, I ran my hands
over his bare chest, lightly squeezing each nipple, then stroking down his
sides, continuing around to his back until I found myself holding his
muscular backside. With my hands each holding one globe, I felt the
slightest of movement away from my body by Patrick. Releasing just the
shortest amount of my shaft, he then rocked back down to rest all of his
weight against me again with an, "Umph."

With the assistance of my hands, he raised up again, this time letting two
inches slide from his squishy tunnel, then dropping down with some
effort. This time there was no resting, and he started up again, each time
allowing two to three inches of my dick to disappear and reappear. The feel
of his warm sheath around me, while his tight sphincter was milking me was
making this an incredible experience. As his pace picked up, my cock slid
more easily through his ring while his face relaxed noticeably. He was
starting to bounce on my cock and looked me in the eye, saying, "Yeah,
that's better," interspersed with small, "Uh,"s and grunts. "Now it starts
to feel good," he told me as his body moved sensually above me, "Yeah, like
that," he almost whispered as my dick was buried again and again inside of
him.

"You feel so good, baby," I replied, continuing to hold his ass as he
bounced up and down, "you're so amazing."

Patrick bent down quickly and kissed me hard on the lips, then sat up and
said, "Can we try something? I want to spin around."

Are you kidding?! "Sure!" I spat out, "that'd be awesome!" Patrick sat down
fully on my organ, and brought one foot over my chest until both feet were
off to my side. Then he managed to swing the other foot over my legs,
leaving him straddling me backwards in a reverse cowboy. He leaned forward
and started to bounce his ass onto me, the sight for me was gorgeous as my
cock was now slamming into him from behind.

"Oh, man, that feels good, you're rubbing my thing inside," he announced,
and I reached around him to see if the pressure on his prostate was having
an external effect. I was right, despite so recently being flaccid and
hanging limply above me as we screwed, he was now rock hard. "Please keep
doing that," he begged as I slid my fingers around his little
prick. Wanting more contact, I sat up and hugged him to me, thrusting my
hips up into him as we coupled more closely, his warm back against my
chest. The position was awkward and I rapidly wanted a change, so while
still fully inside of him, I pulled him with me as I lay on my side,
completely wrapped around him as I fucked him from behind.

The pace was picking up, I was lucky to have cum already, otherwise it
would have been all over as I looked at the top of his head while I
continued to slide into him. Patrick was moaning as I grunted and panted
while fucking him with us on our sides, "Yeah, fuck me daddy!" he blurted
out of nowhere. I actually stopped, I was so surprised, but he quickly
admonished me, "I'm just playing, like it'd be great if you were my daddy,
don't stop!" I regained my senses, and was surprised how completely turned
on I was by this role play.

As I began to fuck him hard again, I said, "Yeah, son, I'm gonna cum so
hard inside you!" hoping that it didn't sound ridiculous, but Patrick
picked it right up.

"Oh, daddy, yes, oh," he groaned, "I want you to cum in me."

I stopped for a second and pulled out, Patrick turned his head and gave me
a questioning look, "Enough of the uncomfortable couch," I told him, "let's
go back to the bedroom." We hopped up, Patrick stumbling slightly as he
walked from the exertion of our sex tour of the rv, but plunked down onto
his back, pulled his legs back to present his lubed, open hole and said,
"Come on daddy, finish in me," in a husky voice. I crawled onto the bed and
placed my cock at the entrance to his asshole one last time. Leaning into
him, I slid all of the way into him in one motion, his eyes rolling back
and a long moan escaping as I bottomed out and pressed him into the bed, my
cock being caressed by his warm rectum. It took only a few strokes for us
to be rutting at high speed again, grunting and kissing as we fucked each
other.

Patrick's face was a mix of contorted effort alternating with sighs and
smiles of pleasure when he looked up at me above him. I was pounding so
hard into the boy that it was stunning that he could take the force of my
adult body slamming into his own, my cock sliding effortlessly to the
bottom of his sweet tunnel, his grunts filling my ears with each
thrust. "Oh, baby," I almost shouted, "oh, Patrick, I love you baby, oh,
fuck, it's so good," I told him over and over to which he smiled up at me,
his body sliding back and forth on the bed with the effort.

"I love you," he said with a smile followed by a grimace, "do it, cum in my
ass, please," he moaned. My earlier climax had given us this extended fuck,
but his words were the thing that brought me to the brink again. I was
sliding almost completely out of him then all of the way back in until my
pubic bone was pressed firmly against his taint and balls as he groaned,
sighed or cried out at each intrusion. His hand was a frenzied blur as he
pleasured himself, rock hard from the sensations of being fucked.

Leaning down a final time, I brought our lips together and thrust my tongue
into his mouth. He was completely open to me, his pussy accommodating any
thrust, his mouth a passionate participant in our connection as my final
thrusts began. I could feel the sense of orgasm build, and knew that this
was it. I had no way of knowing if this was an act that we could ever
repeat, so I was trying to savor each sound, each sensation, even each
smell of our coupling. It was too much and I felt the oncoming rush swell
deep inside me, my hips on autopilot as they slapped into him over and
over.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, son!" I shouted as I pulled away from the kiss,
"Oh, god yes! Oh I love you, baby, oh fuck," I gasped as the feeling shot
through my midsection and up to my prick.

"Yes!" he replied loudly, "Yes, go in me, yes daddy!" he shouted
breathlessly, his voice pinched with small cries. And then it arrived, the
feeling shot through me and I lost the pace of my fucking, the first blast
erupting into the small boy, shooting deep into his colon as I pressed into
him hard, forcing him into the mattress, his head thrown to the side as his
body accepted my onslaught. My hips began to move again as my cock flexed
and swelled, shooting stream after stream of warm cum into the slack hole
of my lover. Finally, as the last bit of my semen was milked out by his
young sphincter, I bowed my head in exhaustion, only to become aware of the
motion of the boy's groin against me.

His hand hadn't stopped as he flailed away on his beautiful spike, rocking
himself against me, working the flagging pole of my penis against his
prostate until he was done. Only seconds after my own orgasm he cried out
and stiffened as his pink-tipped dick twitched and two tiny spurts of his
mostly clear cum shot onto his belly. He closed his eyes and panted for a
few seconds trying to catch his breath, then opened them up and smiled at
me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, me much the same
above him as I looked down and returned his smile.

After a few moments, I bent down to him, and kissed my boy, my cock still
deep inside. Our touch was tender and happy, my elation at this experience
was beyond anything that I'd ever felt before. We separated slightly and he
looked right into my eyes, "I love you," he said, "I really do."

"I love you too, my prince, I love you too."